I can't get my daughter to stop requesting to watch "Cats falling down stairs" videos on YouTube. I finally drew the line and let her know that the hours we spent together watching "Cats falling down stairs" videos was rotting our brains - and I would no longer be complicit in her pursuits.

So I said we could watch ANYTHING else as long as it didn't involve me typing "Cats falling down stairs" into the YouTube search.

Man, I remember the first Internet Cat Video Festival at the Walker. I didn't go myself, but it farked Lyndale and Hennepin Avenues so bad that took 20 extra minutes for me to get home through that shiat catastrophe.